Was this the night I finally broke the celibate thing off and made sweet love with my wife? I asked myself mentally, but my brain was quick to remind me that she wasn’t even my real wife.
“She just told us to act like a real couple to the end of today.” I whispered as I shed my clothing.
“Keep telling that to yourself. You know Amelia, and you know there must be a reason for her suggesting that.” My head told me, but I just shrugged it off, along with my shirt.
I got rid of my belt after, and then my trousers and brief, then I walked to the shower. Thankfully, I had thought to go back out to my closet to grab what I would be wearing to bed, but all I grabbed was a brief and a pair of sweatpants.
That should be enough to get out to get a T-shirt. I didn’t think about Amelia sleeping
